Before the National Pavilion is built, and before the opening of the World Expo, at least Barcelona is the inner area of the classical genre. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

This is the idea that Bai Jingtong has made up his mind.

How to achieve this goal is both easy and difficult for him.

Easy is easy in this city, this city is not any other city, it is Barcelona, it belongs to Antonio. Gaudí's fairytale kingdom! It belongs to Antonio. Gaudí's city!

In Barcelona in another world, even the four modernist flag masters are far from Gaudí's influence in Barcelona.

Gaudí was a very strange master, he had great fame in the world, but he almost never left Barcelona.

All his works have their roots in this land, and each of the treasures he leaves behind is entirely native to Barcelona and is the most suitable for Barcelona.

This is beyond doubt, even in this world of parallel time and space.

As long as Bai Jingtong takes out the works of Gaudí, it will become popular in Barcelona in the shortest possible time, and the rich people of high society and fashion-loving will be like another world to pursue Antonio. Gaudí is so crazy about Bai Juetong.

The difficulty lies in the lack of the right time, the right place.

He needs to receive an invitation to design, and he needs to have an explosive topic!

This is the reason why he came to the Güell family castle to attend the party.

The long red carpet in front of the castle stretches from inside the building to the garden, and the courtyard is full of flowers and bright lights.

The courteous and temperamental guests talked and shuttled from time to time.

There were quite a few reporters waiting in front of the castle early, holding the camera and pressing the shutter button.

"Osevio. Mr. Güell. ”

"Carlo. Mr. Mira, Mr. Batlló..."

The name of one of Barcelona's wealthiest families was muttered.

"Designer Bai, why didn't you bring Miss Xu tonight?"

"Don't talk, I'll be on the red carpet right away."

"You said that when I look at the reporters' cameras below, should I be more cold or mild and kind?"

"How do you laugh better?"

......

In front of the door, Bai Jue Tong and Adrian. Smith paced in a crisp evening gown, whispering as he approached the red carpet.

Soon, the two of them walked into the long carpet with their heads held high and a light smile on their faces.

Dove and Adrian. The two Smiths were about to look in the direction of the reporters, and were about to stop slightly to leave time for the reporters to shoot, but they didn't want to, but they only saw the reporters with surprise on their faces, but their eyes brushed to look at the position not far behind them.

"It's Ragnar. The convoy of the Osterberg masters! ”

A reporter let out a low cry and immediately moved.

"Master Mario, Master Berg, Master Sal, Master Vador should be in company."

"Let's go!"

"Let's go..."

"Let's keep up too!"

......

Only a gust of wind blew, and all the reporters ran away without leaving any of them.

Bai Jue Tong and Adrian. Seeing this, the corners of Smith's mouth twitched slightly, and his eyes glanced behind him.

They saw a convoy of eight luxury cars coming to a halt, the doors opened, and an old man with an extraordinary bearing stepped out of the car...

Everyone looked at the old men, and the guests smiled with a little respect, approached to say hello, or bowed slightly from afar.

The cameras in the hands of the reporters were desperately pressed as if they were not going to hand in the papers.

"Huh..."

Bai Jingtong muttered.

"Let's go faster."

He stepped in at the same time in Adrian. A voice rang out in Smith's ear.

The two were in a hurry on the red carpet and looked a little embarrassed.

Several guests noticed the two of them, and couldn't help but point at them with amusement, and casually discussed a few words lightly.

Three cars left the three masters, who were surrounded by members of the Güell family and the wealthy of Barcelona's high society, and after a few conversations, they reached out and invited them into the castle.

Mario, the most majestic French classical master among the masters, swept his eyes in front of the door, and happened to see the back of Bai Juetong entering the castle.

His brows immediately furrowed, as if he felt familiar, and he was a little suspicious in his heart.

"Master Mario, please."

White-bearded, mild-faced, even in old age is still quite romantic. Master Osterberg gentlemanly invited Mario.

Mario retracted his thoughts and nodded slightly.

followed, only to see three veteran masters walking side by side on the red carpet, and all the eyes of the audience fell on them.

The three masters are not only sought after by Barcelona's high society, but also have an indescribable level of attention among ordinary residents.

The castle is very luxurious, resplendent and splendid, rich and famous ladies talk quietly with a light smile on their faces, stop from time to time and pac lightly from time to time...

When the masters walked in, the party officially began.

Ragnar. Osterberg, Mario, Sal. Vado, each of them is the absolute focus, surrounded by many rich people.

In the corner, Dove and Adrian. Smith held his goblet and blinked at the three places just a few paces away, which were lively and bright, with occasional proper laughter.

In comparison, the treatment of the two is really sad.

"Huh..."

Jue Tong pursed his lips and muttered again: "I don't envy." ”

"Hmph..."

After saying that, his nose wrinkled, and Jue Tong snorted lightly again, and said in pieces: "These guys who don't have eyesight." ”

The gestures and whispers of the dove were replaced by Adrian. Smith looked at it, and the latter had a funny look on his face.

He had been prepared for tonight's scene, and he sighed lightly and said, "We modernists are not loved by these Western high-class tycoons. ”

"They denounce and despise modernist design for having no heritage and no culture."

"They only love these long-standing, historical genres."

Jue Tong listened, and his chin said that he understood.

The party continued, the atmosphere of the scene became better and better, and the smiles among the people continued.

Dove and Adrian. Smith stood in the corner and watched the scene quietly.

It's not that anyone came to greet the two of them at all, maybe they didn't care when they saw just two young people.

Adrian. Smith wanted to speak several times, he wanted to ask Bai Hengtong about his specific intentions tonight, but he was always blocked by Bai Jingtong waving his hand.

Bai Juetong just stared, and his black and white eyes always fell on several masters.

Finally, halfway through the party, a sudden change occurred!

I only saw Carlo who had a very deep prestige in Barcelona high society. Mr. Mira walked over to Ragnar. In front of Master Osterberg, he bowed to the master very formally and seriously.

The eyes of the audience were focused on Carlo. Mira & Ragnar. Master Osterberg, there were no more whispers in the evening, only melodious musical turnarounds.

A rich and famous lady waited curiously for the following.

"Here we are."

In the corner, Bai Juetong's eyes lit up and said secretly.